The hundreds of thousands of dragons from the formation reacted even faster than Long Wanying, fusing together before charging toward Li Wushuang's totems, which were no different from tentacle-like spiked appendages that sprouted from Li Wushuang's body herself. Every one of them seemed completely subjugated by a dark, fiendish totem.

"What?!" Li Wushuang had never felt something like that. She cut off a finger and saw a few metal ants falling into her other palm, only to completely freeze. She immediately recalled that Tianming had a broodmother type lifebound beast and recalled seeing the silver ants somewhere before, but she would never have imagined that something like...